One day perhaps, we will all achieve serenity and will not understand so much because we will have understood everything.

— Italo Calvino, The Path to the Spiders’ Nests

H26xW23 cm

[telling each other whole inverted stories with the facts plucked from the air to quiet the room]

Let’s quietly enjoy the sun while it shines.After it has left the sky, let’s rest.When it returns, perhaps it won’t find us.But it could be that we’ll also return.

— Fernando Pessoa, from A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe

H31.3xW24 cm

[where the contrast and its loneliness converse]

H22xW20 cm

[for whoever is lonely there is a room with upside down chairs and dusty tables surrounded by books]

H21.5xW29.5 cm

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[forever and forever and forever]

I desired my dust to be mingled with yoursForever and forever and forever.― Ezra Pound

H15xW23 cm

[love in the time of insignificance]

Not by the hair?No, not by the hair.Why not by the hair?— Italo Calvino, Difficult Loves

H28xW18.5 cm

[like children and horses]

Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs.— Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One hundred years of solitude

H22xW28 cm

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[couple en silence]

We all arrive by different streets,by unequal languages, at Silence.― Pablo Neruda

H28xW24 cm

[cycling the binoculars]

Never tire yourself more than necessary, even if you have to found a culture on the fatigue of your bones.― Antonin Artaud

I have nothing to sayand I am saying itand that is poetryas I need it.― John Cage

H28.5xW28 cm

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[strong lateral asymmetry connected both to handedness and language]

H25xW20 cm

[two lines living off imagination moving space between them - pastose ochre for the middle tones]

H24xW18 cm

[the empty cages form shadowy monologues to bury not agree; on the safe boundaries of asylum and the infinitist project of distant harmonics]

H22xW25 cm

[the third one]

I and me are always too deeply in conversation.

― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

H29xW24 cm

[hosting silken sentences and random notes exchanged in the most circuitous way, one logic and one non-logic]

H26xW21 cm

["How many hours have passed since the middle of them?"]

H33xW26 cm

[in the company of silent beings made of opaque panes which dripped water from their common edge]

H24xW19.5 cm

[furniture in landscapes from image to image to the folds of the clothes]

Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.

― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

H24.5xW19.5 cm

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[the birth of the detail with self-portrait on the right]

Today each of you is the object of the other’s reading, one reads in the other the unwritten story.― Italo Calvino, If on a Winter's Night a Traveler

H23xW29.5 cm

[the risk is solitude, the pleasure to juggle about with infinity as a respectable boredom, for every axiom disproves the next with naive devotion]

H20.5xW27.5 cm

[the brutality of courtyards]

"I live here between the inner and outer houses and have to suffer the brutality of the courtyards between." Else Lasker-Schüler

H28xW21 cm

[quiet and lost, they hide behind secret corners and delicate fencings, as if landscapes and dreams had never existed]

H25.5xW20 cm

[the Fold and the Unfold - untold story in green of Afterwords]

I am forever unfolding between two folds, and if to perceive means to unfold, then I am forever perceiving within folds.